Back to Texas

So I'm going back to Texas (Austin, again, as per) and we're taking a sidetrip north to Dallas. For the first time in, oh, twelve years? Yikes. For the first twelve years of my life, I was a Texas girl (as much as anyone can really be a Texas girl when your parents are both militant atheists from New Jersey), and it's gonna be weird to go back.

But also, I have some research to do-- next play I want to write takes place in Mesquite, or somewhere like Mesquite. Also that play is about cults and a woman returning from a cult and maybe we'll swing through Waco, which is conveniently located directly between Austin and Dallas.

I'm excited to do a lot of traveling to new places this summer (albeit nowhere really exciting, like my friend Laura who is going to Cambodia. Aaa, I want to go to Cambodia!). But every time I go somewhere new, I get a script out of it, even if that script isn't necessarily set in wherever I've just been to. Although often it is, so.

I think when you travel, your eyes are more open. And your mind is kind of fuzzy and relaxed, like just before you fall asleep, and ideas can creep in more easily.